The queen mother wants to go against the sky: General, please take your seat

Chapter 782 Mr. Meng said that he is a scholar who is useless
Withdrawing his hand from Aunt Qin's, Mo Liangyuan seemed very indifferent, and said: "Small injury, my nails should be cut."

"Miss," Aunt Qin was a little short of words. If Mo Liangyuan were to cry right now, she would be lost, even if this person was anxious to the point of hysteria. It was too peaceful, and she couldn't find the right words to comfort her when she saw that the young lady was dripping with blood.

Mo Liangyuan shook his injured hand casually, the congealed blood formed a scab, and the newly flowed blood was thrown by Mo Liangyuan in a line and fell on the cobblestones outside the corridor.

Aunt Qin said: "Let the doctor take a look at the wound, does it hurt?"

Mo Liangyuan shook his hand and said, "It doesn't hurt, Aunt Qin, don't worry about me."

"How can this not hurt?" Aunt Qin was wearing wound medicine. Seeing Mo Liangyuan like this, Aunt Qin touched her pocket to get out the medicine.

"I can't guarantee that Mingxiao Pass will be safe and sound," Mo Liangyuan suddenly said at this moment: "Aunt Qin, just take it as a favor for me and persuade Mr. Meng to leave here. You'd better avoid places where wars are fought. .”

Aunt Qin paused the hand holding the medicine in her pocket, and said, "You want us to leave Liaodong?"

"The Central Plains is also at war," Mo Liangyuan said: "But there are always places where the flames of war cannot be affected. Aunt Qin, you can accompany Meng Lao to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, or go boating on the river. In short, you should temporarily escape from the world."

Aunt Qin took the wound medicine in her hand, glanced at Mo Liangyuan's tightly clenched hand, and whispered: "I can take my husband away, what about you?"

Mo Liangyuan said: "Our family cannot leave."

Aunt Qin's heart skipped a beat and she looked up at Mo Liangyuan.

Mo Liangyuan's expression was neither happy nor sad, "I am sad and useless. All I can do is stay here for my elder brother. If I don't mess up and Liaodong doesn't mess up, my elder brother may have a little more life. This battle, Be it us or the barbarians, we are all gambling with our lives."

Aunt Qin listened to Mo Liangyuan's words, and didn't know how to answer them. She didn't understand these things.

"I don't expect God to show mercy," Mo Liangyuan looked up at the night sky. Tonight's night sky at Ming Xiao Pass is dim, and the crescent moon is like a hook. "There are too many poor people in the world. How many people can God show mercy to? Or rely on yourself Bar."

"This battle?" Aunt Qin wanted to ask about the result.

The corners of Mo Liangyuan's mouth curled up, showing a smile, and said: "I don't know the outcome, Aunt Qin, please take care of Mr. Meng for my elder brother. My elder brother wants to take care of Mr. Meng for his retirement, but loyalty and filial piety have never been able to Best of both worlds."

"Ah? Okay, of course I will take good care of my husband." Seeing that Mo Liangyuan turned to leave, Aunt Qin quickly stretched out her hand to hold Mo Liangyuan, holding a handful of bones in her hands, Aunt Qin realized in surprise, Mo Liangyuan had lost so much weight.

"Aunt Qin, is there anything else?" Mo Liangyuan asked.
"You, I said you are the general, you are still unsinkable, what are you going to do?" Aunt Qin asked anxiously.

"My father has always wanted to live and die with Liaodong," Mo Liangyuan said, "My elder brother and I will naturally live and die with Liaodong."

Mo Liangyuan clapped and patted Aunt Qin's hand that was holding her, and Aunt Qin let go of her hand.

"Just do your own thing." Mo Liangyuan looked at Aunt Qin and smiled, and said, "I am very grateful to Mr. Meng for leaving his study and running around on the road for my elder brother."

"My husband has a bad temper," Aunt Qin suddenly felt ashamed to face Mo Liangyuan. Her husband was so aggressive just now, thinking about it made her blush.

"He has the confidence to have a bad temper," Mo Liangyuan said, but she didn't have such confidence, not only did she not have the confidence, she didn't even have the confidence to cry now.

The great Confucianist in Liaodong is regarded as a brave man by scholars all over the world, but this man has no intention of official career, ignores his family, and doesn't care about common affairs. He just writes books and studies every day, draws pictures and composes music. One bookstore is the whole world. Mr. Meng In this lifetime, ordinary people cannot learn it.

"As long as the barbarians are fooled and divide up their troops to chase after my elder brother," Mo Liangyuan whispered to Aunt Qin again: "Then as long as there are no more accidents, it will not be a problem for our Liaodong Army to encircle and suppress the Tiemu Pagoda. The tower was killed, I don't know about that."

Aunt Qin clasped her hands together and said to Mo Liangyuan, "I don't understand this." Aunt Qin felt a little depressed when she said this. Ordinary women in this world are different, but she can't understand Mo Liangyuan's words at the moment.

"It's best not to know," Mo Liangyuan said calmly, "It's a blessing not to know."

Aunt Qin froze on the spot.

Glancing at the west end of the corridor, he raised his hand and patted Aunt Qin's hand. Mo Liangyuan turned and walked away, holding the account book with his left hand, and clenched his right hand tightly into a fist, no blood dripping again.

"Now, Mr. Meng, can you go with the little one?" Zhou Jing asked Mr. Meng with a gloomy face at the west end of the corridor.

Mr. Meng's face was also gloomy, and he stood at the corner without saying a word.

Zhou Jing wiped her face, and suddenly said very angrily: "You can do it, how can my young lady have the time to argue with you at this moment?"

Mr. Meng glared at Zhou Jing.

"The words are not good, and the little one said it," Zhou Jing said indifferently: "You'd better go, even if the little one begs you. The barbarian army, the barbarian army is enough for you to write a few books and draw a few paintings. Go back? You can take care of yourself now, my young general and young master Yan are not here, the general is sick, and you have always looked down on my young lady, what do you think you are doing in our general's mansion? Can you give my lady some advice?"

The art of war is not Mr. Meng's forte. If he is proficient in art of war, he will not come to Ming Xiao Pass after his senior disciple leaves the pass to die, hoping that Mo Wangbei will send reinforcements.Mr. Meng stared at Zhou Jing. Zhou Jing didn't know how to get the courage, so he also stared at Mr. Meng. Anyway, this old man can't beat him!
Aunt Qin came over, looked at her husband, sighed, and said, "Sir, let's go to rest first, and leave tomorrow."

Zhou Jing nodded in a hurry.

Mr. Meng flicked his sleeves fiercely, turned around and left.

Zhou Jing looked at Aunt Qin.

"It's fine with me, you can go to Missy's place," Aunt Qin whispered after looking at Zhou Jing's reddened eyes.

Zhou Jing turned around and ran away.

Aunt Qin chased after her husband.

"That kid just left?" Mr. Meng said, "Do you know where we live?"

"I'll just ask a servant for a while," Aunt Qin said, "That kid Zhou Jing is also feeling bad. Didn't you see that he was crying?"

Mr. Meng stopped talking.

"Let's go if we understand," Aunt Qin said, "Missy's life is also difficult, she hasn't sunk outside the pass, and the little Fusheng is also outside the pass."

Mr. Meng was silent.

Aunt Qin said: "I never thought before that Missy could support the General's Mansion."

It wasn't until he walked out of the corridor that Mr. Meng whispered: "You are a scholar who is useless." Now, he really can't do anything.

(End of this chapter)